Page 70 of The Devil She Knows
Daphne’s eyes, not yet returned to blue, not that Sam minded, flitted over her flushed face. A slow smile curled the corners of her red, kiss-bitten mouth. “Next time.”
Sam’s stomach swooped riotously,giddily, and she boldlytraced the lace trim along Daphne’s neckline down to her cleavage. Daphne arched into her touch, goose bumps erupting along her skin. “There’s stillthistime …”
With a sweetly shuddered sigh, Daphne took Sam’s hand in hers and dragged it down her body, placing it beneath the hem of her skirt and sliding it up the inside of her thigh until together, their fingertips grazed the place where Daphne’s leg met her body.
Sam slipped her fingers past the lace of Daphne’s underwear and swore quietly when her fingers grazed Daphne’s slit.
“Fuck,” Daphne murmured, hips shifting restlessly beneath Sam. She was drenched, so wet that Sam’s fingertips slid through her folds with ease. “More.”
Sam slicked her wetness up and circled her nub, a broken gasp falling off Daphne’s tongue as she did. She squirmed, pressing herself harder against Sam’s hand, and opened her mouth, but all that came out was a low, broken mewl followed by Sam’s name.
Sam pressed a kiss against her jaw. “You taste sweeter than sin, you know that?”
Daphne gasped and her hips stuttered, nails biting into Sam’s skin as she cried out. Sam gentled her touch, and slowly, by small measures, Daphne relaxed, her breathing returning to normal.
It could’ve been five minutes later or fifty when Daphne lifted her head and brushed her lips against Sam’s in a gentle kiss that lacked the fevered heat from before, but none of the passion. When they finally broke apart, Daphne tugged Sam down, shifting until they were both lying on their sides.
Arms wrapped around Daphne’s waist, Sam nuzzled her nose into Daphne’s hair. Daphne smelled like vanilla and sugar and sex and the air just before a storm. Sam hummed contentedly before yawning loudly.
Daphne chuckled. “Tired?”
After the day Sam had had, a nap sounded fantastic. She nodded.
Daphne danced her fingers down Sam’s spine, making her melt. “Rest a while.”
“Your turn.”
Sam rested her chin on her hand. “Okay. You can pick one food and one food only to eat for the rest of your life. What is it?”
Daphne rolled over, the sheets she’d conjured to match the bed she’d magicked the chaise into pooling around her hips, leaving her bare from the waist up. “That’s not fair.”
Sam ran a finger from the notch at the top of Daphne’s breastbone down between her breasts. “Hmm?”
Daphne grabbed her hand and nipped at her fingertips. “I’m immortal. The rest of my life is a lot longer than most.”
“All right, fine. You can pick one food and one food only to eat for the next … I don’t know, eighty years. Happy?”
Daphne frowned. “What if I don’t want to have to eat the same food for eighty years?”
Sam stole her hand back and pinched Daphne’s side, making her squirm. “Just answer the hypothetical question.”
“Food or dish?”
Sam considered the question. “Dish.”
“Hmm. Okay, I think I’d have to go with … brimstone biscuits.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Brimstone biscuits,” Daphne repeated. Samwasn’thearing things. “They’re like little charcoal briquettes, only bitesize.”
Sam cut her eyes to Daphne. “You’re kidding.”
“Demon, remember?” Her lips didn’t so much as twitch.
“They’re extra high in sulfur.”
Brimstone biscuits. Sam frowned, rolling the idea around inside her head. “And you get those where, exactly?”
